Page 108 of Darcy
Grinning, because I know a sexy excuse when I hear one, I bend over and helpfully flip my skirt up.
“Sweet fucking Christ.” Prophet sounds tortured.
“You can fuck my ass if you want,” I say, trying to wiggle my butt enticingly, but I end up overbalancing. “Slate and Dodger said you would, and I’m game to try.”
The plug felt hot going in, and I’m suddenly desperate for more.
“Darcy…” I turn and look over my shoulder to find him scrubbing a hand over his face. “You’re not sober, and I’m not comfortable touching you until you are, let alone introducing you to—”
“I’ve done butt stuff before,” I cut in. “It was awful, but I’m willing to do it again if you like it. Second time’s the charm, right?”
I have a feelinganythingProphet does to my ass will be better than that awful, unprepared attempt years ago. He just oozes confidence.
“Doesn’t matter,” he retorts, hand stroking softly over my ass before his fingers come to rest on the plug. “Relax for me.”
I clench harder, my earlier horniness quickly giving way to indescribable sadness. “No.”
“No? Angel, you can’t sleep with it in. It’s bad for you.” His hand has frozen, spreading me open but not going further. “If you don’t want me to take it out, you can do it.”
My eyes sting, and my breath starts to hitch. “But, you’re leaving. If I can’t convince you to stay, I’ll never get to be your human dumbbell again, or make you beg, or… or—” I choke on the last word.
God, this is embarrassing, but I just can’t seem to stop.
Prophet growls something under his breath. “Relax.”
This time, his order is so sharp and shocking that I do as he says. Despite how angry he sounds, he’s gentle as he tugs the plug free and sets it on the bed before picking me up and carrying me into the en-suite.
After a day with it in, the lack of a toy filling me up is hard to adjust to. My ass clenches on nothing as he sets me on the counter beside the sink, then turns and starts running the bath, tipping in a liberal helping of bubble bath.
When he’s finally happy with the water, he turns back to me and thrusts both hands into my hair to angle my head so my face is tilted back, forcing my puffy eyes to meet his.
“Listen to me, angel. You donothave to sleep with me—anal, or otherwise—to get me to stay with you or the band. I did some soul searching. I listened to what you said. I’m going to fix things with the guys whether or not you decide to take me back.”
“You are?” I hiccup.
“You’re drunk.” He shakes his head when I go to protest. “Drunk enough that I’m not happy you’re in a place to consent to any of the things I want to do to you. If, in the morning, after we’ve talked and you’ve had your coffee, you still want me to fuck that sweet little ass of yours, it would be my honour. After that, I’m gonna hunt down the impatient piece of shit who made your first time hurt and pummel the shit out of him.”
Then he drops his head and takes my lips in a sweet kiss.
I moan, tasting the salt of my own messy tears mixed with the flavour of him. His hands leave my hair and start stripping my clothes, but instead of touching me like I desperately want him to, he carefully picks my naked self up and deposits me in the water, surrounded by sweet smelling bubbles.
“Relax,” he instructs.
“You’re just gonna watch me?” I ask.
He shakes his head and picks up a bottle of shampoo. “No. I’m going to help.”
Obediently, I slip back until my hair is submerged, then come back up.
“Fancy doing it naked?” Drunk me is an eternal optimist.
“My pants stay on.” His hands are heavenly against my scalp. “Now stop tempting me.”
His frustrating patience lasts all the way through my bath, then continues as he reminds me to take out my contacts, then carefully tucks me into his bed.
I would complain, but he slips in beside me and drags me in for a hug that kills any protest. His arms are huge, and one of them slides beneath my head, forming a comfortable pillow. The other wraps around me, hand closing possessively over my breast. The warmth of him sinks into my very bones, heating me from the outside in.
I can’t help sliding my feet up against his calves, and he hisses out a breath.
